Qu’y a-t-il de perdu au milieu des mers-enceintes?
\nLes forts teints,bastions pastels.
\nQu’ avez vous \u00e9gar\u00e9 sinon les aveux mal gar\u00e9s sur des parkings.
\nChemins de fer,salle de garde et deux mains de traverses.
\nQu’aurions nous vu?
\nLes \u00e9toiles.
\nLes bons acariens.
\nLe bonsa\u00ef du n\u00e9ant.
\nLes tombes des f\u00e9es.
\nQue dalle!
\nLes marbr\u00e9s,souris grises tristes,plates blattes,
\np\u00e9tales, fleur d\u00e9gris\u00e9e du noir
\nL\u2019Afrique cannibale \u00e0 deux balles.
\nLe barillet grill\u00e9 sous le soleil.
\nLes grillons lymphatiques.
\nLes tiques inf\u00e2mes.
\nLes femmes \u00e0 tic.
\nAutomatiques alanguis.
\nLa trique en voiture,panier au plancher,le klakson dans le cale\u00e7on.
\nRemplir.
\n\u00catre remplie.
\nRempiler.
\n\u00c9crabouiller.
\nLa bouillie des visages.
\nLa soupe des neurones.
\nSur l’armoire \u00e0 pharmacie.
\nEt le miroir aux girouettes.
\nTout tourne m\u00eame les roux
\nsur leurs v\u00e9los d\u2019Irlande.
\nAux clochers des guiness.
\nLes fesses,les kermesses.
\nLa messe du Caire au bout du fil.
\nLa carne \u00e0 p\u00eache.
\nA tombeau couvert.
\nPharaon enivr\u00e9 et son peuple d\u2019asservis z\u00e9br\u00e9s.
\nLa savane du g\u00e2teau par del\u00e0 des dunes indivisibles.
\nEt la foudre pour en d\u00e9coudre les coutures.
\nUn tissu de d\u00e9lires,la musique morte des cordes.
\nLes chanvres \u00e0 air,les sangles dans les recoins,les fers aux chevaux.
\nLa foule des moules,les paniers \u00e0 regards abandonn\u00e9s sur les quais.
\nTous les bateaux partent toujours trop tard.<\/p>\n
16 mars 2014 21h26<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Qu’y a-t-il de perdu au milieu des mers-enceintes? Les forts teints,bastions pastels. Qu’ avez vous \u00e9gar\u00e9 sinon les aveux mal gar\u00e9s sur des parkings. Chemins de fer,salle de garde et deux mains de traverses. Qu’aurions nous vu? Les \u00e9toiles. Les bons acariens. Le bonsa\u00ef du n\u00e9ant. Les tombes des f\u00e9es. Que dalle! Les marbr\u00e9s,souris grises […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poemes","category-poemes-2013-2014"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=178"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":179,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/178\/revisions\/179"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/karen-chessman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}